...a mess, by baking a French toast casserole at 8pm so we can enjoy a hot breakfast in the morning.
...$70! Just by sitting in my garage. What a country.
...a trip to the store. Guess who's got soccer game snack duty tomorrow? I refused to buy Gatorade for them, however. Just can't do it. Children don't need Gatorade.
...a scrape, when I drove into the turtle sandbox in the dark.
...a crunch, when I backed into a tricycle as I tried to get away from the sandbox. Wonky wheel for Molly in the am...Whoops.
...Claire laugh. Hysterically. It just kills me.
...plans for tomorrow night. Confession and Mass followed by a trip to downtown Fort Worth for the Keep on Truckin' Festival and some wandering with the girls.
...myself sleepy by holding my phone too close as I typed. And I have Day 2 of the garage sale tomorrow. Peace out, cub scout.
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